There is a weight that pours smiles on my face at night Yet leaves me soaked in shame with the sunrise One begins to show leaves in April But truly blooms in may Everyone sees birds chirping And kids at play Yet to me the light that causes them to smile Makes me feel tired and sick The kids at play make me feel nostalgic Then another that will truly show in June Because then begins white lies With becoming and adult in-between And 2 months of goodbyes